Three days after Christmas, a woman walks into a police station. She has no phone and no ID, just a piece of paper with the name of investigator David Raker on it. She tells officers that Raker is her husband.
SHE SAYS SHE’S MY WIFE.
When he turns up at the station, Raker is stunned. The woman looks exactly like his wife. She knows all about their marriage, their history, even private conversations the two of them had. There’s just one problem: Raker’s wife has been dead for eight years.
MY WIFE DIED . . . DIDN’T SHE?
The woman tells the police that Raker had a breakdown. A respected doctor backs up her account. Items are missing that prove Raker’s side of the story – and, worst of all, he soon becomes the prime suspect in a disappearance.
SHE’S EITHER A LIAR – OR I AM.
Could Raker have imagined their whole marriage? Is he delusional? Is this really the woman he loved and grieved for? Hunted by the police, Raker will have to find out the truth before it costs him everything – his memories, his sanity, his life . .
Also by Tim Weaver
There are some crime authors who give their protagonists a little bit of background horror. A spot of childhood trauma. A psychotic sibling. An inability to connect to others. A paper cut or two. They suffer. Tim Weaver takes it all to a whole new level. He doesn’t just make David Raker suffer. He turns him inside out, upside down and psychologically smacks him in the mouth. Pure agony. Well done, Mr Weaver.
You Were Gone marks the ninth instalment, in this intelligent psychological missing persons series. We now have ten years of David Raker, our heroic fighter for the truth. What an achievement for Tim Weaver. Every single story has been of a very high standard and utterly bewitching. This is one of the best series out there.
This story takes us to the heart of Raker and his demons. Raker is a widower. His wife died from cancer, eight years ago. This has had a lasting effect on Raker. It has left him emotionally drained and alone. One day, a woman walks into a police station. She identifies herself as Derryn Raker. She has no identification on her. Raker ends up at the police station, staring at a woman he thought was long since deceased. This is the start of a nightmare for Raker, in which his love for his wife is tested to its limits and his sanity is questioned. To the police, Raker is a suspect. Raker just wants answers. Who is she? And how can Raker trace a woman who no longer exists?
What an emotional roller-coaster, for the reader and for Raker. No one suffers more. We feel for Raker and his inner anguish. He starts to doubt himself. We doubt him. We worry for him. Can no one help Raker? Weaver cleverly manipulates everything, as the story twists and turns. He turns up the mental torture, again and again. What a joy to read. I cannot praise this story enough.
Strong. Emotional. Powerful. Every word is perfection. Do not miss David Raker’s last traumatic adventure. Counselling recommended afterwards.
Totally and utterly recommended.